In Goshen’s Light Judah went first with steady stride, to clear a path for love’s return. Behind him, hope in dust did ride. A father’s eyes, a heart that yearned. Joseph’s chariot thundered near, not with pomp but longing’s weight. Years collapsed in that one tear as arms met arms at heaven’s gate. “I am ready,” Jacob said, “Now I’ve seen your living face.” Old griefs washed where angels tread, in that field of mercy’s grace. Yet even joy must find its place, Joseph’s voice grew strong and wise. To Pharaoh he would gently trace their story, not with fear, but ties. “Say you are shepherds, as we’ve been, from youth through every winding road. So, Goshen may become your den, where peace and cattle share their load.”

© Susan Ruth Robertson 7/12/2023